Hey everyone this is my first try writing a fanfiction. Hope you like it, let me know what you think.
DISCLAIMER: The Characters In This Story Belong To Anthony Horwitz. But The Plot Line Is Mine
It had been two months since Alex Rider had graduated from Oxford University. He had been on his way home from the gymwhen he had gotten the call. "Hello?"he spoke into the phone. "It's time." the voice responded. "I'm on my way?"Alex replied,as he hung up. The phone call only consisted of seven words but it would change his life. He threw his gym bag in the back seat of the porsche, and whipped into an illegal u-turn, speeding off to the familiar bank on liverpool street.
Last time he had been there was when he had been debriefed for operation Crocodile Tears. On his way up to the top floor, the man in the suit and shades turned and smiled at Alex. "Great to have youback, old chap."he said merrily as they got off the elevator.Alex returned the smile and spoke."It's great being back, Nigel."Theywalked into the head of operations office for MI6. Alexexpected Alan Blunt to be there behind the big wooden desk, as gray and expressionless as ever. But instead he found a familiar black woman sucking amint and wearing a charcoal gray suit. "Good afternoon, Alex."she greeted,looking up. "Hello Mrs. Jones," he replied. "Uh, might I ask where Mr. Blunt is?" "He retired two months ago." she informed. "But Mr. Blunt is not why I called you here today." she added. "Somethings come up and we need you again."
"What happened?" he asked, without breaking eye contact. "Well it's Scorpia, they're planning something huge. We know for a fact they're going to send one of their best to do the job" "But Yassen and Nile are dead." he said, confused. "There's another one, their best. Even better then your dad. He goes by the name Raphael, but we're not sure if that's his real name. We know almost nothing about him except that he exists, and Scorpia has only used him twice." She ended and looked up at Alex. Alex broke the eye contact, asking a question. "Well what's his target?" "His target is our prime minister." "What do you want me to do?" he asked. Mrs. Jones answered firmly. "We want you to find him and kill him."
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-Crazy Borris